Faith's eyes opened slowly, and she recognised the smell before she recognised the sight. Disinfectant. She was definitely in the hospital. She sat up, her head pounding and she tried to lift her hand, then heard the clink and felt the uncomfortably familiar handcuff around her wrist.
"Miss Lehane," Adele DeWitt stood at the end of her bed, tall and imposing, hair pulled back, ever present suit.
"Who the hell are you?" Faith asked, closing her eyes for a second to try to clear her vision.
"Someone who can make you a very valuable offer," Adele replied. "Right now, the police, the FBI and I believe even the CIA are on their way to take you back into custody. But I'm here to make you an offer."
"Wolfram and Hart - "
Adele gave a little smile. "No longer holds the power you wish it did."
Faith cursed inwardly. "I'm not going back to jail."
"Far from it," Adele smiled pleasantly. "We've had our eye on you for quite some time, Miss Lehane. What if you could live a thousand lives, make the wildest of dreams come true?"
"Cut the bullshit," Faith raised an eyebrow. "I think I know where you're headed with this."
"Quite," the older woman replied. "A five year contract. All the money you could ever hope for. A chance to escape. Safety. All of this, I am offering. If you refuse, well... I'm sure the FBI will have a lot of questions for you."
Faith was silent for a moment. While she was half opposed to the idea, she also knew she was backed into a corner. Wolfram and Hart's legal power had diminished in capacity, since it was no longer owned by demons. She wasn't going back to jail. And she was too tired to run. A break from her life didn't sound too bad.
"Where do I sign?" she asked wearily.